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My wife's an avid curling fan. Colleen Jones was a top Canadian skip (not someone who skips, by the way... but more like the captain of the team)for a while before her team mates punted her to the curb. One of the reasons, I swear, was that she used to sport a monster wad and looked more like a speared fish than an athlete. I could never get by the chewing and now you've brought it all back in all it's hideous chewiness.

I was looking for a photo or link to accompany my story. Your pic is perfect.

Here is part of the story:It was silent, except for the constant smish-smash smacking sound of the gum being brutalized and manipulated between the molars of the man’s mouth. When his teeth weren’t man-handling the Wrigley’s that she imagined had been in his mouth since the day before, his tongue maneuvered around to do the rest. (She hypothesized that he was a terrible, terrible French kisser.) His lips were drawn tightly against his teeth as his jaw jumped up and down like a jack hammer on the loose. The longer he chewed the gum, she swore the sound became more amplified…like there was a microphone right underneath his chin and the speaker was wired directly into her head.

She wanted to punch him to get him to stop. And she was a petite girl. She wanted to jump on all fours across the room and straddle his body as though she were a werewolf in heat and them pummel his head with her fists until that damn wad of grey gum he was slurping was released from the slimy captivity of his mouth....